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I Learned A Lot While Becoming Old

October 27, 2017 Leave a comment

If you are not already old, you have a lot of incoming information ahead of you. I don’t mean your courses or your formal education at all. I mean life. If one thinks for a moment of how much was learned about life between the ages of thirteen and nineteen, imagine how much you’ll learn in the next ten years.

You’re comparatively untethered now and can make many decisions on your own. There are some huge differences between types of people. The slow and steady ones do have a very good chance of coming out ahead in the end. If we’re talking about stability and safety as well as a decent livelihood, the steady, conservative person might well win in the acquisition of property and security.

If we’re talking about a life filled to the brim with adventures and experiences, then the secure person gets a taste of adventure and experiences, but does not enjoy emersion in the richer parts of life. One is not better than the other; it’s just a matter of which one suits the individual. In my own experience, I put double or triple energy into my life and had a hell of a time.

I figured: all we’re really given by life is time, so the more I can put into that time, the more life I can take out of it.

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Appreciate Your Youthfulness

October 24, 2017 Leave a comment

If you are fortunate enough to be young, you should realize that it’s a wonderful state in which to be. It will not last forever, and age hurts. It slows you down and makes you sick. If you’re really wise, you’ll lay off the alcohol, smoke grass not more than once or twice a day, and never touch the chemicals at all. They’ll set you on a path to premature old age.

Your complexion, now smooth and glowing will eventually turn to creases and wrinkles. We can be proud of our creases and wrinkles. For one thing, it means we have survived for a fairly long time. That means – for most of us – that we have acquired a good deal of wisdom. Don’t think you know so much now, because you don’t. You’ll find out a decade from now that you knew nothing, comparatively speaking. The decade after that will again make the preceding decade seem empty by comparison, and on it goes.

If you think of how much you learned from age ten to age twenty, you have no reason to think that this intellectual growth will stop at thirty or fifty or whatever age. Some people, of course, learn nothing much after they’re nineteen. They decide that’s the limit, and so they limit themselves. Personally, I fill my mind with more wisdom, more information, and more details every day, and I’m almost eighty.

One of the most beautiful women in the world in her time, Elizabeth Taylor said that she appreciated her silver hair because she believed each hair represented a lesson learned, an experience experienced. We can age, and if we’re lucky, we don’t mature too much. I still find delight in simple things, in things I learn day by day. At the same time, I have lived a productive life, honoured all my obligations and responsibilities, raised a family, earned money, paid mortgages and everything a productive person does.

When summer returns, my Honda GoldWing will come out to provide some fun. Just remember that you will never look better than you do now and you will never feel better than you do now. Don’t squander it. Live, love, play, work and study because your time is now.

One Life, No Plan, No Destination

October 19, 2017 Leave a comment

I used to wonder which life path might be better.  There are people who know very early in life what they want to do with their time on Earth.  Other people don’t even think about it.  Rather, they just make the best of whatever hand is dealt them at any given period as they stumble or flow through life, depending upon any current situation.  In the end I realized that the difference in people is what governs which of the different life paths they follow.

As one of the total stumblers, I’ve had the periods of flow as well as stumble, as many of us do when we have no plan.  I never really thought about it until, one evening at a small dinner party.  It was in a friend’s home and she had a boyfriend there.  Mind you, I’m talking about mature people, middle aged.  I’d not met the boyfriend before.  He was a lawyer, and the red BMW convertible parked outside was his.  I should note that I’m a grade ten dropout.

We were chatting, subject after subject.  Perhaps I was talking too much about the varied activities in which I have indulged myself while growing into life as a commercial writer/artist.  Suddenly, the lawyer guy scowled at me and said, ‘You’ve done an awful lot, haven’t you!”  I was taken aback for a moment, and then I said, “Yes, I guess I have.” Truthfully, before that moment I had not seen my life activities as being in any way different from any lawyer or doctor or scientist.  I really never thought about how much of their lives were spent studying.

People who know me claim I was studying too.  I was observing life from different vantage points, in different people and places.  More importantly, I was not observing from a distance.  I was a part of the scenes that I observed.  I can look back and remember some very intense times, some raucous times, some dangerous, some humorous and some inexplicable.

I have had many occasions since that first realization when I have noted the narrower outlook of the people with the formalized education and organized life path.  Obviously  if one is sufficiently dedicated to do what is required to become a surgeon, one is bound to become a surgeon.  That means it’s not likely they would be sneaking a ride on a box-car bound for a distant city.  Nor would they be driving an overloaded truck of scrap iron to a distant foundry.  Perhaps they never drove a taxi or directed a film.

All individuals educate themselves in the manner that works for them.  It can’t be said which is right and which is wrong, which is better and which not as good.  Each case is individual as is the person living the life.  In my own case, I always felt an urgency to do things of which my father could approve.  It seems that every time I accomplished something, I became bored with it and stumbled on to some new challenge.  It’s made my life rich with different kinds of experiences.  That certainly helps me to write and draw.

The Plight of the Originals

October 12, 2017 Leave a comment

A few hundred years ago, North America was sitting between the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean, pretty much as it is now. It was not barren, and it was not deserted. It was populated by indigenous people, living quietly and peacefully, with an abundance of land to share.

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People of the Cheyenne tribe, captured outside of their reservation, awaiting ‘deportation’

The same consuming greed of Europeans who first settled in Canada and the USA is visible in the behavior of the 21st century oligarchs, with Donald Trump as poster boy. In those early days of settling, newcomers were staking claims on large tracts of land. Why? How? Was this land theirs because they stuck a flag in it? Is the moon theirs because they stuck a flag in it?

The invasion of North America by foreign powers is an historic outrage. Considering Plymouth Rock and the Mayflower as wonderful notes in history is to take a very selfish view. The people whose land this really was are the real native North Americans. They are the people that were here for thousands of years, not our puny hundreds of years.

The real outrage is: the people who actually belong on this land are relocated. Back in the day, they were treated like animals, robbed of dignity as well as property. With gun powder against arrows, the newcomers slaughtered with bullets and disease. Thereafter, the rightful residents were shipped off to designated areas, in spite of the fact that they live off the land, and what land they’re on makes an important difference.

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Apache tribe people captured off their ‘reservation’, waiting for the train to return them.

I remember reading a book by Daniel Boone, in which he told of getting his gang together and preparing to go out to “shoot Indians.” Some American hero, huh?

We can never make restitution for the horrors wrought by our forefathers. Even to this day in the 21st century, northern native peoples live in constant discomfort. It is wrong.

It’s Good To Be A Canadian

July 1, 2017 Leave a comment

My parents were born in Canada, and my grandparents were born in Europe. They were driven from their homes late in the 19th century, and through much hardship and deprivation, started over in Canada.

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I’m happy and proud to be Canadian, and I enjoy the friendly encounters one has in Europe, when one wears the Canadian flag or Maple Leaf symbol. It should be a sign to the Usas (we don’t allow the name ‘America’, so it’s now Usa. Canada is much more of North America than is Usa) that their flag elicits animosity while ours elicits warmth.

Canada is 150 years old today, and celebrations are rampant throughout the land. Laughter and happiness among all the people, comprised of families from throughout the world. They are not segregated, no matter who or from where.

 

Two People are Questioned…

June 27, 2017 3 comments

First to face the inquisitors is a mature person, basically intelligent and well educated in top quality schools. The inquisitors lay out a conundrum for the wise, mature, intelligent person to consider for one calm, thoughtful hour.

The conundrum is this: The leader of a nation lies steadily and obviously, while the truth is evident to all. The leader fails to deliver, or attempt to deliver the promised needs of the general population. He tramples the nation’s laws, rules, and constitution and steers wealth to oligarchs while wreaking hardship and health hazards on the average citizens.

The question to the intelligent person is this; can you find reason and justification to believe in and support such a national leader? Consider carefully for one hour.

The hour passes quietly as the educated person analyses the conundrum. At the hour’s end, the person admits that there is no way to not hate and reject that leader.

The second person to be faced with the conundrum is a handyman that lives in government subsidized housing. He said he didn’t “need no stinkin’ hour. It’s obviously Trump, and Trump is the best, straightest president ever, and the media is all lies and fake news.”

And so falls the hard-earned dominance of the USA. They’ve got it coming to them.

Fear is not Respect

June 9, 2017 Leave a comment

I remember hearing the expression, “God fearing person.” I interpret that to mean that one had better toe the line on god’s rules. I’ve heard tough, muscled bikers declare that they have respect from the people. He means fear, just as does the god devoted. I suspect that dedicated Christian people sometimes attend church out of fear that they might be damned for not attending services. That’s why religion, in general, is bunk. Christians are supposed to believe in gentleness, generosity, and living simply.

There are millions of so-called Christians living high and handsomely, not simply. Why?

Through the media, most people know that gangsters, mobsters, and Mafia soldiers are very proud that they are respected by the community. That’s a lot of crap. One night they beat the crap out of a guy who owns a little restaurant. He likes his current supplier of smoked meats, but cowards pretending to be brave have to make him change suppliers, so they beat him. They threaten his family. The neighbourhood knows about it, so they act respectful to the thugs. But it’s just an act. It’s actually fear. They would rather pee on the punks’ shoes, but they’d get beaten.

Real respect is earned, not demanded. A dedicated doctor deserves – and receives – respect, with no fear involved. Clergymen, authors, artists, musicians all can earn respect in their own ways. Thugs and people with guns deserve fear, not respect.